Next day dawned grey and wet, so ditched plans to climb The Paps . I'm not totally stupid - not usually anyway - in thick cloud it'd be too easy to walk off a bluff, or blunder the wrong way off the top and wind up in the wilderness of Jura's west coast.

Having been over this yarn time and again over the last year, I reckon this one's the best RR we've ever had on AT...and there's been a string of pearlers, big + small!!

Love the pics, love the words, love the wit and love how it's put together.
What a piece of work! A BIG THANKS! to Pete for the many hours of gazing and dreaming away of mysterious, dark places and tiny roads and tracks up there in the Scottish Highlands , the Shetlands and ever so close to the fabled Muckle Flugga.

Awesome report mate, bloody good read and great photos too mate, wish I could have toured a bit more up there, starting to get a bit to cold and windy for riding though.

My family on my mothers side lived on Arran, I visited them on my bike in 1986 when touring Europe, not there anymore but they ran the TV repair shop in Lamlash, spent 3 weeks riding around the Island and the surrounding area on the mainland down to Troon, Prestwick and Ayr, also into Glasgow by train from Adrossen, had a ball, so beautiful up there.